Journal entry N° 32-Musings of a lonely teen.
When I leave this world one day, I think no one will notice.
Life will carry on as it is… a pointless game with no relevant winners, only losers.
People will be trapped in the system they fought so hard to escape from in their younger years. And now, like mindless carcasses, they depend on a superior, they become the ass-lickers they bullied in school, high school or college, doing whatever it's needed- even selling their souls and dignity- in the name of money.
Countless of heroes will be forgotten forever, their past glories now old memories that no one cares about; brave men and women that served their country now spend their last days in an asylum, a nursing home, on the streets or as the new acquisition of a medical school.
Single mothers who struggle raising their children will be criticized for what society says they did wrong, never appreciated for their hard work and sacrifice.
More young girls and boys will fall into the hands of consumerism, throwing their money away in exchange of the latest gadget, the most expensive accessory or a revolutionary new surgery; some others will follow the crowd trying out a new drug, becoming men or women in their own ways without a care about the consequences.
Some will do the unthinkable and some will die in the process but for them, it will be worth it. A brief moment of acceptance is all what they need.
Suicide will continue to be a thing; after all, Death has to claim more souls. But do you know who will be the victims? The lonely and forgotten, the misunderstood, the ones society calls "different".
The homosexuals whose families have disowned them, people of other cultures and people with special abilities… they will struggle to survive. Some will succeed and some won't.
When I leave this world one day, I think no one will notice.
My family and friends will mourn my loss for a while but eventually they will move on and I won't blame them. That's what normal people do after all, they move on.
I know the world outside surely won't mind not seeing this sucker around anymore; they never cared about me anyway.
I mean, I'm just an outcast who just helped make their lives a little bit interesting.
Why would they give a damn, right?
End of Journal entry N°32
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